The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1887-09-01
A GOOD CATCH.
by EMILY LENNON.

''Mr. Ainsley Arbuthnot" was the
name beautifully engraved on the ele-
giant visiting card which servant pre-
sented to Evelyn Ogden, as she stood
before a tall pier-glass, admiring the
sweep of her white satin train, and the
wave of her glossy black hair.
"You are ready, suppose, Sybila"
she asked, with a disdainful glance at
her shy little cousin, whose modest toll
cite of wine-colored cashmere hardly
suited Miss Evclyn's elaborate taste.
ooh, yes!" sybil answered, promptly.
81 have been ready for some time"
"Why don't you put some white lace
around your neck?' Evelyn asked, criti-
cally. "You look so-oh, so plain"
She was going to say "countryfied, "
but repented of that and amended her
speech.
Il haven't any lacc," sybil said,
frankly.
"I'll lend you my fichu," said Evelyn,
less in spirit of generosity than in a
wish to have Sybil look scmi-rcspect-
able.
Thanks" was the gentle reply, "but
would rather net borrow any fine
feathers, Evelyn, dear. Don't mind me.
l couldn't look anything but plain if
tried, and it will suit me better to creep
into quiet corner where no one will
see me. l can enjoy your triumphs,
cousin, for am sure you will have them.
You look beautiful tonight"
'Do you think soa'' said Evelyn, with
conscious glance toward the mirror.
Il am glad this dress is so becoming
Mr.. Arbuthnot adores white"
II almost wish l hadn't said would
CO." observed Sybil, looking down at
her own plain dress. 81 am afraid l
shall disgrace you, Evelyn. don't even
know how to behave, for l never heard
of progressive-angling party before"
ooh, it's simple enough, ''said Evelyn,
buttoning her long gloves. "There
will be a lot of tubs, or punch bowls,
probably, and we will all have gilt fish,
ing rods and lines, with hooks on them.
The fish are hollow and have prizes in
side. We all fish for them, and nobody
knows what he is going to get till the
fish are opened There is to be gold
ring in one tonight, they say. 1t will
be like wedding cake. But you needn',
worry, Sybil; I'll tell you what to do"
Sybil was not worrying. She was
perfectly quiet-in fact, SO much so, thai
Evelyn fancied her brilliant escort woult
not be at all pleased with this unex
pected addition to their party.
Sybil had come to the city to try and
get position as teacher, and Evelyr
did not fancy taking her out in society
but Mr.. Ogden had tender feeling fol
his sisters child, and commanded hi.
daughter to show her all the honors due
to distinguished guest.
"My cousin, Miss Weir, Mr.. Arbuth
not" said Evelyn, presenting Sybil tc
the gentleman who awaited them in the
parlor.
Ainsley Arbuthnots keen eyes hat
swept in an instant over the white satir
gown, with the mental observation:
| "Overdresscdr
They rested now upon the SANDER
little figure in the soft, rich-coloret
cashmere, and they lighted with genuine
admiration.
81 am pleased to make your acquaint
ance, Miss Wclr," he said, with tina
quiet yet impressive manner which i
such q valuable gift
Sybil murmured something, but he
eyelids fell before that magnetic
glance.
How handsome he was, and how per
fectly self-possessed! 1t was no wonde
that Evelyn was always talking abou
Ainsley Arbuthnot.
He was rich, too, they said, though
Sybil thought very little about wealth
save as some far-away thing which sh
would probably never possess in all he
lifetime.
The progressive angling" went on a
Mrs. Bayard's house, where Sybil felt a
though she were in fairy-land, amoni
flowers and fragrance, and parti-colore'
lights, that shone on crowd of elegant
ly-dressed men and women, who move
about in scene of rare beauty an
splendor.
'Must / fish too" Sybil asked
nervously, as she looked shyly at tn
superb cut-glass bowls, in which art
fetal goldfish were swimming in pei
fumed water. 81 would rather not"
''Don't be afraid" said Arbuthnot
kindly. "They all make botches of it.
"Aren't you going to fish, Arbuth
not2' called out an exquisite youth, VIII
wore primrose and an eye-glass. SIT
40 end of lark, 'pon honorl It's sue
fun to see those stupid little tin thing
wrigglep